Chapter 8

I awoke to a scream as I looked up and saw Norris coming at me with a butcher knife. Talk about lack of creativity ... did he not at least own a field knife? Oh, that’s right, it wouldn’t look good for a minister or some bullshit like that. You don’t even have to hunt to own a field knife, though. It’s just a handy weapon to keep around. Reverend Norris Pritchard clearly never got that memo.

Wait, who screamed? That sounded suspiciously like Mom, too. Why would Mom scream about that? This was very weird. It was also quite unacceptable, so I froze Time instantly and grabbed the knife from his right hand. I unzipped his pants and yanked them down to his ankles, after which I thawed out Time so that he could trip and fall. He didn’t disappoint me, falling onto his own blade, which cut deep into his chest. He wouldn’t likely survive that, but I didn’t want my new home to be a crime scene.

I froze Time again and jumped through space to land him smack dab in the middle of Times Square. It seemed rather appropriate, did it not? Yeah, that one stump the authorities for a good while, right? It would likely become a real freakout of a cold case, too. Was it suicide, murder, or an alien abduction gone bad? The FBI would probably have to waste critical man hours on it, but ask me if I cared. I just didn’t want them wasting their time prying into my personal business.

Since I was already out and about, Time frozen as well, I decided to see what other trouble I could make. No one would even know the damn difference, after all. I snapped my fingers again while thinking of someone specific, and sure enough, I was back to finish the job. Natalie and her husband were in bed ... and not alone. Anastassia and they must have had some kind of muscle memory affect them or something, because they seemed a lot more intimate than in the past.

Natalie’s mouth was on Anastassia’s culo, licking away at it, while Benjamin drove deeper into his maid’s slippery twat. That was a golden opening for me, and so I lubed Natalie up to fuck her ass at last. There was no sense in passing up the chance for some anal, particularly with one of the sexiest women alive. I pounded her for several minutes before I got a really crazy idea and broke one of my own previous rules. I jumped through space again and collected Dad as well as Mrs. Chang.

If my plan worked well enough, Dad would get a little restitution for those years of fidelity that he wasted on Mom by getting some strange at last. Even if he didn’t consciously remember it, on some level, he’d know that he pronged another woman. Or two. I would get a chance at Mrs. Chang with an easy conscience, knowing that I had compensated my old man for it. I just had to make sure that no one suspected the truth, at least not consciously. Let their subconscious minds and their dreams cover that.

Soon enough, Dad was inside Natalie from behind, taking her pussy for the moment while I screwed Mrs. Chang up her butt. Benjamin was still busy using Anastassia. Well, I was gonna play musical holes with all of this, of course. I used Lisa anally (not wishing to risk a UTI) as well as I wished at last, drilling her but good with every stroke, even as Dad basically sleepwalked his way through fucking Natalie Portman. I snickered as I remembered that I didn’t have any rush. I could wait as long as I wished and thaw time out when I was good and ready for it.

I couldn’t hold out for much longer, though, particularly as Lisa had a very tight cornhole and she automatically worked it in natural spasms. Her muscles gripped my cock in just the right ways to extract every last drop of my spunk to spill in her backdoor. I flooded her bowels just as Dad emptied his sack into a famous Hollywood actress and Benjamin did the same for Anastassia. I then took several photos of Natalie’s creampie left over by my old man, proud that my father had spilled his seed inside such a gorgeous, elegant, and talented lady.

Now I had to clean up the evidence, or did I? There was no rush, was there? I sat there for a while, looking around the bedroom, finally deciding to take a shower. Then I washed each of the participants in this little impromptu orgy as well, getting them nice and clean. I gave them plenty of time to recover while Time was still frozen before I lined Dad up with Anastassia and the man of the house with Mrs. Chang. As for me, I needed to return to Natalie’s backdoor, which I gladly did.

No one was yet unfrozen but me right now, so I took my sweet time plowing the backfield this turn, buggering Natalie with my hard, pulsing dick. She pushed back unconsciously at me with her hips, clearly enjoying it now that her scruples were disengaged. On some level, Natalie must enjoy sodomy, whether she did so normally or not. Once she was able to relax and not worry about morals or ethics or whatever, she could just embrace the experience of taking a cock up her sweet Israeli ass.

Speaking of that, I made sure to rim her as well between thrusts, wanting to fully exploit the moment, to wring as much pleasure from the occasion as I could extract. I spanked her buns as well, even stuck my finger up her tush to keep her nice and gaped between strokes. Oh, fuck, she was so fucking tight back there, too! It felt wonderful to sodomize Hollywood royalty that way and know that I could take that secret to the grave with me if I so pleased.

If it was good to be king, playing God was even better! It was just such raw power, unlimited and absolute, able to do as I pleased with people as my personal, private playthings. Gee, I thought, maybe I really am a sociopath! Or maybe I had fully grasped the implications and opportunities of my newfound powers and abilities. Why should I follow the laws and rules of mere mortals, anyway?

Sure, they were necessary for my inferiors as a way of preserving social order and civilization. But they didn’t apply to me, not anymore. I was above all that crap now. I was a god, whether lower or upper case. I was in control now, not the politicians, bureaucrats, lawyers, clergy, captains of industry, and other usual suspects. Why should I bow to what were clearly my inferiors, as all mere mortals now were compared to me? Who needed them, anyway?

This was my time now, not theirs. I was the man of the hour. I could do as I fucking pleased, to hell with what the authorities thought. I, a teenage boy of just eighteen years of age, was now far superior to anyone older or younger than me. Even Hannah, though I loved her dearly and planned to always keep her at my side, was still a mere mortal and thus I outranked her as well. If this was a god complex, at least this time it was justified, wasn’t it?

I drove more furiously as I rammed Natalie’s bunghole, finally exploding inside her bottom and sitting down with sweat dripping down my forehead. I wasn’t done yet, of course. I had a lot more switches and swaps to set up today, Sunday as it happened. I gave myself another shower and also cleaned up the creampie from her asshole as it came out. I admired her luscious buttocks yet again while lining her own husband back with it, Dad with Mrs. Chang once he recovered, and myself with Anastassia again.

I started in her pussy again, but pretty soon, the urge to take her culo was too much to resist, even as I eased Dad into Mrs. Chang’s butt and Benjamin into Natalie’s tush. Then I switched us again ... and again ... and again. Finally, though, while ogling and spanking Anastassia’s fine booty, I erupted inside her bum. Dad did the same inside Lisa Chang’s browneye and Benjamin inside Natalie’s rump.

Still not satisfied, I grabbed my whole family from my house and brought them over to play with the Portman household. This time, I didn’t free Hannah from space and time as I did before. I evidently had that ability, but this was too much to have to explain to her right now. It was best to let her remain in blissful ignorance about it, at least for now. How did I do that last time? I must have done so by wishing or intending it. Yes, that sounded right. Apparently, I could share my powers as I pleased, but only within my chosen limits.